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Bequeath cries out as the sword cuts into her, but manages to restrain herself to a pathetic grunt when the projectiles skim her. This is the most hurt she's ever been in her life, and the attacks are hard to keep up with, but the bugs earlier were so much more violating that this is honestly...

In other circumstances, Bequeath would think that the hover ships were an awe-inspiring sight, something straight out of a sci-fi movie. As things stand though, she lets out a grunt of weary acceptance. This was about in line with how today had gone so far. Dredging up a little more 'it is what...

Bequeath is taking the opportunity to subtly stretch out her newly freed arm when she is suddenly tugged aside again, this time by the waist. Bewildered by Death Flame's sudden apparent concern, it takes a moment for Bequeath to respond. "Oh... kay?" It was surprisingly sensible advice? She...

Bequeath gets only a moment of relief at the newcomer's lack of hostility, before immediately cringing at the tone directed at Death Flame. Though startled at being addressed directly, Bequeath leaps at the chance to push the conversation along and avoid escalation, despite the seeming non...

At the snap appearance, Bequeath's body moves before her mind. With a sharp turn, she attempts to interpose herself between Death Flame and the new arrival, Veil flaring out to increase coverage. Unfortunately, Death Flame's grip is unyielding, so she only manages a half turn before jerking to...

Bequeath accepts her contradictory existence as both cargo and crutch with as much grace as she can, blinking spots from her eyes with each explosion that clears their way. Things... seem to be going well? She hasn't really needed to worry about anything since she found Death Flame. Well, aside...

Now thoroughly used to being bowled over, Bequeath is only mildly irked as she picks herself up. She got some ash in her mouth this time, though. "Ptheh... eugh. What was—" Then she spots Death Flame's state. "Oh. Oh!" Rushing over, she hesitates just short the other girl, unsure if the...

Bequeath is finally getting the hang of Death Flame's gait, enough that she can walk along without getting yanked about too much, and she can give more attention to her surroundings. Bequeath has always kinda known that magical girls could do flashy, amazing things, but the few she'd met during...

By this point, Bequeath is incredibly thankful for her enhanced durability, or else she might have developed a purple welt on her arm from Death Flame's relentless grip. As it is, her skin is just feeling sweaty and itchy underneath. Even more so than the rest of her, that is; the accumulated...

Bequeath stumbles along as the catgirl drags her by the arm. Now that Death Flame's predatory attention isn't bearing down directly onto her, a semblance of reasoned thought kicks back in. Her second-tier kidnapper wants to find a lightbulb for some reason, presumably at the "facility" that the...

Eyes wide with terror and staring Death in the face, Bequeath mentally scrambles for a course of action. Her investigation into the origin of the laughter had led to five discoveries in rapid succession. First, that Bequeath sucks at stealth. Second, that there is indeed at least one other...

Now thoroughly coated in dust and slime, Bequeath indulges herself a few moments to catch her breath and wallow in misery. Sand is stupid. Bugs are stupid. Whoever invented clowns was stupid. She's drawn from her pity party by laughter echoing from the distance. She first looks to her...

Between the receding panic, scanning ahead for any sign of others, and the giant bug punting her around like a kickball, it takes an embarrassingly long time for Bequeath to realize that the rest of the swarm has fallen behind. It's become obvious that she can't get away from this thing. With...

The give in the creature's shell and its pronounced reaction both firm up Bequeath's confidence in overcoming this. Even her subsequent ragdolling didn't damper her spirit, the bug's attack completely neutered by her Heirloom. And then the swarm hits her. Oddly enough, the bugs' outrageous...

At the sight of almost cosmetic damage, Bequeath suspects that she may have erred. Maybe a different angle will go better? Maybe it just has a really hard head. Now with something vaguely like a plan in mind, she skirts to the left to circle around the beast in hope of a soft spot. (Warding...